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-The Nightmare-
-Hatred filled her heart once again, the longer he was
gone, the harder she became. Kassandra took her younger half
sister, Shannon, with her out of the mansion to a very secure ritzy
penthouse apartment. Money was never an issue but Kassandra
never took the time to think about where it came from. She
easily reverted back to her ways before she had met 'him', her hatred of
men having returned with a vengeance. Only this time she
went after 'clients' in a higher pay grade, usually going after men with
mob or drug connections to make their death seem to be a job hazard.
Her driver stopped the car in front of the upper
class club, getting out to open her door for her. One shapely
leg emerged after the other, the slit in her dress rising carelessly
high as she reached out for the driver's hand to help her stand on her
spiked heels. Notice had been taken of her already, hungry
eyes following her with each step she took to the door. They
were also being inspected from her discreet gaze, being sized up on
their wealth and probability of being overcome by the woman.
The door was held open for her to enter the club,
the loud music greeting her in a rush. As soon as she entered a
man handed her a drink, assuredly wanting to be the center of her
attention for the night. She took the drink with a smile, but
walked past him, sure that he didn't have what she had come for.
Little did the man know that his life had been spared by that
simple rejection.
Kassandra looked
over the crowd, happy to see so many choices before her. The
knife strapped to her thigh excited her as she considered which one she
would choose to flirt with, luring him with her to a private spot where
she would slit his throat before he could hardly touch her.
Then the money in his wallet would be hers, along with any
jewelry he might have that she could sell, before she slipped away back
to the club to meet her driver and go home to her sister. No
one was ever the wiser, it amazed her how easy it had been, probably
since no one really cared if a mobster or drug dealer was dead.
As she looked over the club looking for a victim, a
man sitting alone at a table caught her eye. She squinted in
the low light to get a better look, beginning to walk toward him.
Something about him seemed so familiar, she needed to get
closer to see him better. She felt her heart jump, her body
weaken, could it be?
Suddenly
she stood right before him, her violent lover whom had left her and her
fragile sister. She didn't know what to do, to scream or cry,
but lost her balance and fell onto him with drink in hand which spilled
onto his suit. His anger made her cringe, sliding to the
floor at his feet, just watching him try to clean himself off with a
napkin. Her eyes were wide with shock, her mouth open with a
gasp that caught in her throat.
She
began to shake when he recognized her, knowing full well what he was,
his voice breaking down her tough exterior for a moment. But
then she thought she saw a softening in his stature, his hand reaching
to take hold of her to pull her to him. His lips met hers in a
hungry kiss, a soft moan escaping her for only a moment while her heart
pounded against his chest. No one in the club seemed to
notice the wolf become the lamb for a moment.
Kassandra then felt anger well within, he had left her and Shannon alone
for so long. Her hands pushed against his chest, forcing him
away from her. "How dare you," she growled, "How dare you play
with us like that!" Quickly and without thought, she slapped
his cheek soundly, pulling out of his arms in her unwise fury.
Grabbing his shirt, she dragged him with her to a bathroom,
chasing everyone out and locking the door before she turned to face him
again.-
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